Adventures in knitting...when nothing goes right

I have been feeling pretty proud, not quite cocky, but almost. I haven't been knitting that long but I am being couragious and I am having all these positive experiences. But lately everything I cast on is total crap. When Mom was here visiting I tried working on this lacy scarf with butterfly motif and decorative beading for my DSIL. I cast on so many times too many times, more than twenty, maybe even more than that indiscernable number.

After mom left I took the skein of KP city tweed in tahitian pearl she left behind and I knitted up a hat, my first real hat, with cables, my first real cables and I finished it and it was nice! Then I blocked it and now it's as limp as a pile of wet TP that trapper fished out of the toilet.

While I let the cabled hat from you know finish drying in some deluded belief that it would help, I knitted on my Wisp stole that I am making for my hubby's DGM. I cast off and filled the sink. Imagine my surprise when I went into the kitchen and this is what I noticed.

The two skeins of yarn are from different dye lots, unnoticable in the shop or later at home, we can hardly see the difference in any room but the kitchen. I am totally crushed. I know about dye lots, I may be new to knitting but I am not new to quilting, sewing and crocheting, I know about dye lots. I don't know how I could have done this. Now I have to tear half of this out and search LYS I really don't like that well for the right dye lot. I wanna cry. It's like everything I knit turns to poo.

Please ladies regail me with stories of when this has happened to you. It'll make me feel better. I promise.

I had a good friend back when I was young who was a city kid, and she was learning the stuff in Brownies that I was learning in 4-H. I think that many of those organizations tried to get the sewing, knitting or other needle arts into our program. I think it was a big help to me.

I din't have 4-H. I lived in the city. I learned to knit in Brownies when I was eight. We made an afghan for the veteran's hospital. Each of us make a garter st square, and then one of the mothers sewed it together.

Naw, I think you learned to do plenty with your hands... LOL! I didn't learn it in school - it was 4-H, and at about 4th grade, I was sewing things and doing a little embroidery. I think that is a prime age for starting those things, though I do have a friend whose daughter was making garments at age 3.

What fun! I played with buttons as a kid, but not to sew them on anything! Fortunately, we learned to sew in fourth grade back in those days. I might have missed my crucial learning time and never learned to do anything with my hands!